Snowstorm winds whipped against the safehouse windows in Moscow as Alaska stitched the bullet wound in his shoulder. He didn't flinch, but Kenan could see he wasn't thinking about the pain only about Alana.
Kenan put down his knife.
"She survived. She fought back. We got there in time."
Alaska's jaw clenched.
"She was terrified. Alone. Because of me."
Kenan sighed.
"She's strong because of you too, you know."
Alaska stood, rolling his sleeve down with deadly restraint.
"I'm done defending."
His voice was quiet too quiet.
"We take the war to Kavron now."
Kenan nodded. There was no argument.
Alaska reached for his phone, opening the encrypted line.
A single message from Alana appeared:
I'm waiting. Come back to me.
There was a smudged tear on the photo she'd sent her wearing his shirt on his bed.
His heart lurched painfully.
He typed only two words:
On my way.
But they both knew it wasn't that simple.
Before he could return, blood had to spill.
The Mansion 3 AM
Alana sat in Alaska's chair, wrapped in a blanket.
Every guard was doubled. Every lock checked twice.
Kenan had given her a security earpiece.
"Stay alert. Don't open any doors without clearance," he had warned before leaving.
She tried to sleep.
She tried to breathe normally.
But every second was haunted by Kavron's voice.
"You'll be the reason he falls." She looked at the ring on her finger black metal, carved with the Direndra symbol.
She pressed it against her lips.
"Don't worry," she whispered to no one.
"I'll still be here when you come home."
"Yet her hands shook, and deep down… she wondered if hope alone was enough to survive this war.
Direndra Command Bunker Russia
The hidden bunker's doors opened as Alaska entered Direndra elites rising to attention.
They hadn't seen their heir in years.
Now he stood before them, eyes burning with a fury they remembered too well.
General Farid stepped forward.
"We thought you'd abandoned the throne, young Direndra."
Alaska's stare cut like a blade.
"I didn't abandon anything."
He pulled out a bloodstained photo of Alana the sniper threat.
"They just came for what's mine."
The bunker fell silent.
Kenan laid a map onto the table red circles marking Kavron's strongholds.
"We strike all of them. No survivors."
General Farid raised a brow.
"That is not a mission. That is extermination."
Alaska shrugged slightly.
"Then call it justice."
Another soldier hesitated.
"If Kavron is backed by the Black Crows, this could become a global mafia war."
Alaska's lips curved not a smile, but a promise.
"He threatened her."
His voice dropped to a lethal whisper.
"So I'll show him the cost."
Everyone in the room felt it This wasn't just revenge. This was a man in love. And that made him unstoppable.
Orders were issued.
Weapons armed.
The Direndra Mafia long silent rose like a resurrected empire.
War had officially begun.
Mansion Hours Later
Alana sat on the balcony wrapped in Alaska's scent.
The ocean roared below dark and endless.
She traced her fingers over her ring.
Memories flooded her.
Alaska whispering, "I don't plan on dying."
Alaska holding her like the world was ending.
Alaska's kiss desperate, hungry, alive.
She didn't care if he was a monster.
She didn't care that he killed for a living.
She only cared that he came back to her.
A guard approached quietly.
"Miss Alana, perhaps you should rest. The worst is over."
Alana looked at him eyes sharp despite fear.
"No," she said firmly.
"This is only the beginning."
Russia Preparation for Hell
Alaska stood alone in the armory, loading ammunition into his rifle.
Kenan leaned against the doorframe.
"You love her," he said simply.
Alaska didn't look up.
"That obvious?"
Kenan smirked.
"To everyone but you, apparently."
Alaska paused, finally meeting his eyes.
"I didn't know I could love."
He slid the final bullet into place.
"Now it's the only thing I can't live without."
Kenan nodded slowly.
"And that, my friend, is why Kavron fears you."
Alaska strapped the gun to his back.
"He should."
Storm's Beginning
The convoy rolled into the night armored vehicles cutting through snow like blades.
Above them, a helicopter roared searchlights sweeping.
Alaska stared ahead, determination carved into every line of his face.
Kenan tapped into the satellite feed Kavron's network lighting up in red.
"It's starting," he said.
Alaska closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Alana.
Her name was his heartbeat.
Then he opened them and fury replaced every other emotion.
"When I'm done," he murmured,
"there will be no one left to threaten her."
Kenan smirked.
"Long live Direndra."
Alaska's voice was a storm.
"War begins now."
Engines roared.
Guns loaded.
Vengeance awakened.
All for love.